VOLUME SEVEN

ABOUT THE ALBUM

In this 7th installment of the Listening Hour, we’re hopping across the pond to party with a couple Scandinavian rockers, otherwise known as Death by Unga Bunga. Hailing from Norway, these nonconformists are on a self-proclaimed “protest against bad rock ‘n’ roll.” Demanding only fun (and maybe a little processed cheese), Death by Unga Bunga presents their fourth full-length release, Pineapple Pizza, a record cooked through to a golden perfection. This album is built upon a combination of ‘60s and ‘70s era influences, including a touch of psychedelia and a healthy amount of retro, lo-fi awesomeness that hits a sonic one-two punch. Unlike the usual 30–40 minute wait for a pizza delivery, this record is sure to hit hard with delicious, pizza-y goodness right from the opening track.

“...Pineapple Pizza, is filled with a combination of punchy drums, ‘60s guitar riffs and catchy, slacker rock vocals that are sure to make you sing out and strum along on your personal air guitar.”

The brainchild of songwriter, Sebastian Ulstad Olsen, Death by Unga Bunga is an assembly of rebellious, youthful performers. Forming in 2010 as a punk band with their debut release, Juvenile Jungle, they’ve since grown to explore the vintage, yet new, territory of garage rock, mixing a wide range of psychedelic elements in their follow-up releases, The Kids Are Up To No Good and You’re An Animal.

Now, continuing to dig into nostalgic influences, the band’s innovative, retro-fitted, indie-pop jams are infectious, to say the least. Their new release, Pineapple Pizza, is filled with a combination of punchy drums, ‘60s guitar riffs and catchy, slacker rock vocals that are sure to make you sing out and strum along on your personal air guitar.

Simply put, Pineapple Pizza kicks ass with style. And with a band name like Death by Unga Bunga, you know you can’t go wrong. As you hold this 12-inch release in your hands, know you are holding a labor of love, sweat and tears—with a little pizza sauce thrown in for good measure. This is slacker rock in its most refined—and at times, also garage rock at its most concise—all bottled into one cohesive record with a familiar, timeless attitude.

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This song’s lo-fi, surf rock mixes up one rebellious, energetic cocktail of sound. The vintage twang of the guitars are brightened by a slight shimmer of tambourine, and get weird with the support of whimsical synthesizers. “Dollar Slice” takes all these ingredients, shakes things up and serves them over ice to make for one tasty tune.